The scrawny rabbit looked up at me, his left eye twitching. His hands shook, making the tea cup rattle on its saucer. "Are you alright?" I whispered, reaching out for the rabbit. My own hands shook. I looked at my hands and frowned. Why was I so afraid? But I should've never looked back up at the rabbit.

Continuation of the story.

Your typical vampire story. New school, new friends, enemies, love interest. Warning: this story can get really emo. Don't say you were not warned.

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random